Mrs. Black, reminded me of Aunt Bea from the Andy Griffith Show reruns I had watched on TV. She had greying hair, pulled into a bun and was wearing a ...ress with a white apron tied around her plump waist. After our introductions, she led me to one of the apartments she had available. It was nice. It had a kitchen, living room, two bed rooms and one bath room. After the tour, I gave her my deposit, and began to unpack. I really liked the fact of the second bedroom, because it would allow me to. I knew she would refuse at first. So i hit upon an idea. Deepa comes at 7.30 a.m. as she rang the bell i opened the door and went to sleep. I was wearing a shorts. I had removed my underwear and was sleeping with my legs spread wide. She completed washing the utensils and started sweeping the floors. She completed the hall and the master bedroom and then came to my room. I had purposely kept some debonair magazines on the table. She picked them up and looked at me just to confirm i was asleep.. She blushed and said, "yes...very wet." "Stick your finger in it and then hold it up in the light." She did it and it glistened. "Lick it off and then kiss me." She moved with sensuality and instinct. Naturally sexy.She tasted good. Her lips soft and warm and sweet. The kiss was brief but it aroused her even further. "Jim should be out front unbutton two more buttons on your blouse." She did it. Her cleavage spilled out. "Lets go." She got out and walked slowly and confidently out in front of. What she saw was like a picture drawn with the sense of touch.The foreground was out of focus, but in general was the feeling her clit was reporting. The center of the picture, in her minds eye amidst the rush of an impending orgasm, in clear focus was the feeling in her ass as his tongue started to push inside ever so slightly. Her gasping breaths revealed the pleasure of the artwork.Her finger had completed the task and now she firmly held his head with both hands. Her sense of balance was.